I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.

 All 6lbs. 11 oz. and 19.5 inches of you, with that dark wavy hair and your mother’s nose and father’s eyes, at 2:40 am on March 1 in Mt. Edgecumbe Hospital in Sitka, with Grandma Mimi assisting in the most helpful of ways. After speaking with Stoli Monday, I had a feeling she was in early labor, she insisted that was not so (Lani was not due until March 16)  but I took a ferry to Juneau, and then the night jet from Juneau to Sitka, arriving about midnight on the 28th. The 29th was sunny and mild and we took a walk in Totem Park and pretty soon it was obvious that the baby was on the way. We went over to the hospital and after a long afternoon and evening — little Lani decided she wanted a birthday more than once every four years so she held out until the wee hours of March 1–  her textbook arrival brought smiles ( and a few happy tears) all the way around. We are still smiling, and still a little teary, and all so very happy.